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点击复制Hey yo boy
Wassup wassup kid
Yo man trying and let n***as know
You know what I'm saying
The real pope man
Ya man listen
Yo yo
This n***as know man how you used to
Keep that bike up in the air man
Ah that G A 6 all 1100 ya one
We are captured on the bicycles
I was hitting 'em 1100 too
From corners to
From corners to corners
From from a 100
From a 100 speed to 125
With a German helmets ya
Keeping that front wheel above the ground
It was fun
It was fun
Tara ra
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Tara Tara
No more reasonable doubt I've proven to be the illest M C
Somthing's wrong with your motor skills
'Cause you all ain't moving me
I'm who you see musically when you want it done hot
Comparing you to me is a lesson in futility stop
I paint pictures beautifully but n***as is near sighted
Don't worry about plagiarism it'll take them years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it
It just appears outta thin air
Like the information obtained by a physic
Like it or not I pay dues
And expect to be paid back
Why the f**k should I freestyle I'm getting paid to rap
I sling a track laid back almost 'till it's a sin
Tell your god somebody's doing a good job impersonating him
Jehova spitting game from the Range Rover
What tha f**k is you all doing
In the third lane get over
Slow you rode up I got it sewed up like a tella
Relatively easy like Jerry Heller
Cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in the telly
Belly up sounding like Mayhelia trying to tell you all
You all know the style burn the town
Down and change the locale
I'm doing the same s**t except it's legit
Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t
You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t
Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t
They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t
Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t
You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t
Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t
They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t
Pimp Gotti get the dues in them double down
Like them kids with tips who tops down
Bricks who get money quick see me
Representing bomb city on the bill block rocking Mike's
Before they get a mill I sold pills all night
The illest outta life got my mind on fate
'Cause even on tour n***a still ain't safe
I keep a tre eight on my left smoke a L
For stress counting dirt bag lex
I be the X like Malcom puff for now done east side
Represent with tons of guns
You keep it real where you from
'Cause where you at might put the dagger in your back
It's like living with yo homey that be on crack
And fact my n***as know my styles
Fat like h*es in da El Dorado
My mind toating f**k 'em duck 'em
Any thing but the main gun I don't trust 'em
Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t
You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t
Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t
They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t
Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t
You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t
Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t
They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t
Cool with the n***a huh Fro main chiller
Berg s**t word s**t I splurge with scrilla
Absurd when you word spit bird s**t killa
Not to be perturbed with herb s**t dilla
Can't even feel you for real you tock ticking
Bust a rap or bust a cap hustling stop flinching
You fresh off the corner calling dog s**t raw s**t
Soon as he feel that soft s**t he be like aww s**t
Yaw broke n***as resot to glass looking
Opposites attract a*s whooping
I present the black class hooker the fat a*s booker
Triple ya cash cripple you staff hash cookers
The past ain't never the last to teach lessons
My peeps f**king up in the streets keep guessing
My ruger don't be coming to preach I teach lessons
Lot of kids coming out the wrong way like C sections
Know the fro going flow even if I'm 'cross shores
F**k w**d cop coke 'cause the s**t cost more
That's why n***as say I floss too much but
When I take it off and such
They say I lost my touch
But b*tches like the money
I wear it's funny how they stare
Dumb bunnies with their cunning little glare
Shorty let me see the tail if it's really that s**tting
She hit me with a feline fee line a young cat kitten
My boy hit that s**t now everybody splitting
Even holding snowballs and I ain't talking 'bout mittens
But huh I ain't talking 'bout mittens
Tara tara
Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t
You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t
Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t
They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t
Got a twenty cart shorty better play that s**t
You owe me twenty baby better pay that s**t
Got a twenty bag son better blaze that s**t
They said I wasn't seeing twenty but I made that s**t
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